Chapter 13: He Does Not Eat People

Tang Xi had been married for three years without children, and the doctors said she had a constitution that made it extremely difficult for her to conceive.

She had once felt deeply guilty about this, especially since Gu Yu was the only heir in three generations, and the Gu family was desperate for a grandson.

But Gu Yu always comforted her, saying that even without children, it wouldn’t affect their relationship, and besides, the future was still uncertain.

“Gu Wenran, if you can’t speak properly, it’s better to keep quiet,” Gu Yu said sternly, shooting a sharp glance at Gu Wenran while gently taking Tang Xi’s hand, silently offering her reassurance.

A warm current spread through her heart, and Tang Xi smiled at Gu Yu, shaking her head softly. It was all right—she didn’t mind.

“Although I don’t quite understand your maternal feelings, I do this for your own good,” Tang Xi said calmly as her gaze settled on Gu Wenran. “You just returned to Beijing and don’t have a steady job yet, but this kindergarten requires tens of thousands in tuition every month. Are you capable of affording that? A child’s upbringing can’t rely solely on school; it’s closely connected to the mother’s education, isn’t that right?”

Gu Wenran was momentarily stunned.

There was no way she could pay for it herself; she had long planned to have Gu Yu cover the expenses.

But Tang Xi’s words completely shut down what she wanted to say next.

It was as if she was silently accusing her of poor parenting.

She hurriedly cast a pleading look toward Gu Yu, but Gu Yu, unwilling to upset Tang Xi any further, simply ignored her.

“Husband, it’s not easy for Wenran to raise the child on her own,” Tang Xi shifted her tone, giving Gu Wenran a glimmer of hope. “How about this: their mother and son’s food and living expenses at our house won’t be counted as living fees.”

Gu Wenran nearly lost her breath in anger.

Living at her brother’s house was one thing, but now they even wanted to charge her living expenses?

She had thought Gu Yu would speak up for her, but to her shock, Gu Yu unhesitatingly agreed to Tang Xi’s proposal: “Alright, we’ll do as you say.”

Gu Wenran’s heart sank.

If she returned to the old family home, she would see Gu Yu less and less. With Tang Xi constantly whispering in his ear, one day he would completely abandon her and her child.

She couldn’t just sit back and do nothing!

This time, on Gu Senior’s birthday, she had to ensure Tang Xi was completely pushed out!

Back in the room, Gu Yu had already prepared the bathwater.

“Husband, you don’t think I’m being petty, do you?” Tang Xi took the towel from his hands.

“Of course not,” Gu Yu said, softly rubbing her cheek. “I know you’re doing this for my sake.”

Tang Xi quietly exhaled in relief. “Although Wenran is your sister, she’s an adult now. You’re not obligated to support her every expense. Besides, your money isn’t just falling from the sky. No one understands better than I do how much hard work you’ve put into building the company to where it is today.”

“Wife, I understand. You don’t need to explain,” Gu Yu smiled. “Everything you do, you do for me.”

“By the way, there’s something I haven’t told you yet,” Tang Xi suddenly remembered the favor Mr. Zhou had asked of her earlier.

Gu Yu was first surprised, then quickly delighted. “I heard Mr. Zhou is an avid collector of antiques and calligraphy. This time, he’s probably in Beijing to attend Sheng Yuzhai’s auction.”

“I just don’t understand why he would come to me.”

“My silly wife, you were already well-known three years ago. It’s just that you’ve been staying at home all this time, not paying attention to the outside world. But your reputation in the antiques circle is still impressive. It’s no surprise Mr. Zhou sought you out.”

“But I’m still a bit nervous.” After all, Mr. Zhou Jingchuan was an imposing figure at the pinnacle of the Hong City elite, his presence alone radiating immense authority.

“This is a favor he’s asking of you. Just treat him like an ordinary person—he doesn’t have supernatural powers and he won’t eat you.”

Gu Yu’s words sank in.

No matter how formidable Zhou Jingchuan was, he was still just a man.

“Wife, in recent years, the cooperation between Hong City’s film companies and those on the mainland has become more frequent. Our company’s growth definitely depends on connections in Hong City,” Gu Yu held her hand tightly. “I want to go see Mr. Zhou with you. Is that alright?”